Commentary
When I was a kid, I used to vote with my father. I remember accompanying him behind the curtain and watching him pull the mechanical lever they had in those days.
It felt like something important and I was proud, as a 9-year-old, to be with him as he did his civic duty.    
That was 1952, the first Dwight Eisenhower–Adlai Stevenson presidential election, and my father was “Madly for Adlai” as the campaign theme went, though I think in today’s terms, he might be considered more or less conservative in his views, at least as I remember them.  
The furthest thing from my young mind then was that there was any kind of cheating going on. This was the government and they were good. They could do no wrong….